The teacher snarled a lecture for them being late, both Dib and Zim shrug it off.
Dib sits on the other side of the classroom, far from Zim. Not that it was a bad thing, but it would've been more fun to be next to each other. They glanced at the other classmates. There was Tak, some kid named Sparki, and Zim's life long friend Mags. Zim looked at Dib concerned, and Dib shrugged. The boy in the glasses knew what he meant, that why they looked so distressed, knowing Zim was the worry wort. Dib gave him a reassuring smile, and turned his head to look outside.








